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Monday, April 03, 2006
I must have a bone for nostalgia or something. Every once and a while the desire to reach out and see what old friends are up to invades my crusty hermitage and I do a day of sleuthing (all my addys and #s are usually outdated), calling parents, googling, emailing and expending too much energy to get in touch with people whose life has moved on. I don't know why. These people who are frozen in my mind at whatever age and stage they were at are not the same people that I knew umpteen years agone. Alas, Discordia.
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